dragonlady7

I complain a lot. It's how I interact with my world, especially on Livejournal.
I find it helps me understand my situation in life to sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world. This journal has been an excellent vent. I think it's been two years now. It started around July 4 2001, if I recall.
Anyhow.
I was just listening to my iTunes. Ani DiFranco's song Gravel. It contains the lines:
maybe you can keep me from ever being happy
but you're not gonna stop me from havin' fun
Which I thought was so profound when i first heard it. And, it was. It fit my situation very well. I was not happy in my general living situation. I wasn't profoundly unhappy, but I wasn't happy either. But, I would try to have fun, and it would work. I didn't mope around because my life refused to go the way I'd hoped it would.
Much.
But anyway. Those lines aren't true for me anymore. My job is a royal pain in the ass and distresses me immensely at times. But. It pays the bills (just). It allows me to live where I do. I have a cute apartment. Too small, but my whole house in Rochester was too small. I have an awesome computer that lets me do anything I need to.
And... Dave just made me burgers and fries for dinner. He hand-cut the fries from potatoes with a crinkle cutter, and made the burgers out of ground beef and other ingredients in a recipe he keeps secret. I went into the kitchen to get the drinks to put on the table and it was over ninety degrees in there, and he was working furiously to put the final touches on dinner.
I have the best boy ever.
They were fabulous fries, too.